Don Juan 06-051 ~ 055
 
 
Don Juan 06-051
Canto the Sixth
 
     LI
 
It was a spacious chamber (Oda is
     The Turkish title), and ranged round the wall
Were couches, toilets -- and much more than this
     I might describe, as I have seen it all,
But it suffices -- little was amiss;
     'T was on the whole a nobly furnish'd hall,
With all things ladies want, save one or two,
And even those were nearer than they knew.
 
 
Don Juan 06-052
Canto the Sixth
 
     LII
 
Dudu, as has been said, was a sweet creature,
     Not very dashing, but extremely winning,
With the most regulated charms of feature,
     Which painters cannot catch like faces sinning
Against proportion -- the wild strokes of nature
     Which they hit off at once in the beginning,
Full of expression, right or wrong, that strike,
And pleasing or unpleasing, still are like.
 
 
Don Juan 06-053
Canto the Sixth
 
     LIII
 
But she was a soft landscape of mild earth,
     Where all was harmony, and calm, and quiet,
Luxuriant, budding; cheerful without mirth,
     Which, if not happiness, is much more nigh it
Than are your mighty passions and so forth,
     Which some call "the sublime:" I wish they'd try it:
I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women,
And pity lovers rather more than seamen.
 
 
Don Juan 06-054
Canto the Sixth
 
     LIV
 
But she was pensive more than melancholy,
     And serious more than pensive, and serene,
It may be, more than either -- not unholy
     Her thoughts, at least till now, appear to have been.
The strangest thing was, beauteous, she was wholly
     Unconscious, albeit turn'd of quick seventeen,
That she was fair, or dark, or short, or tall;
She never thought about herself at all.
 
 
Don Juan 06-055
Canto the Sixth
 
     LV
 
And therefore was she kind and gentle as
     The Age of Gold (when gold was yet unknown,
By which its nomenclature came to pass;
     Thus most appropriately has been shown
"Lucus a non lucendo," not what was,
     But what was not; a sort of style that's grown
Extremely common in this age, whose metal
The devil may decompose, but never settle:
   
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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